The air in the communications bunker didn't just feel cold; it felt heavy, like the atmosphere before a tectonic shift. Vedika was cornered. The mole, Sameer, wasn't just a traitor to his country; he was a predator who had found his moment.

The attack was sudden. As the alarms for the external strike blared across the base, the real war was happening inside. Vedika fought with the only thing she had—her courage—but she was no match for a trained operative. By the time the heavy steel doors were kicked open, the room was a mess of shattered glass and broken dreams.